crazy as it may seem
it ain't that difficult to dream
we delve into our soul,
to figure out what we want to hold.
material things are just a farce
cause in the end they just pass.
leaving us with sorrow,
hoping for a better tomorrow
happiness is not our bread and butter
hand to mouth is always a fritter...
1 comment:
its a very beautiful poem, now i must say very insightful...
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